#AmericanWriters
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
I was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
I take my dreams and make of them… and a round fountain with a beauti… And a song with a broken heart and… Do you understand my dreams? Sometimes you say you do,